forum I'm bored so... Character chat anyone?

Started January 10, 2019 by @CurtisFamWriters

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Loch: silently and curiously walks over to the said "young dragon" before coughing at the smoke of the cigarette, covering her snout with a wing as to not breath anymore in

Eilander: Notices the one approaching, swiftly moving past going and hugging close to Ragnor's body, burying his face into the other's chest, tail curled between his legs

Eve: Hovers swiftly behind, coming to rest near her master

Ragnor: Chuckles softly, wrapping a good arm around the boy, lifting him into his lap. Looks over to Loch
Not sure if in your world dragons are able to take a human form. A lot in the world I'm from do have the ability to take human forms.
looks down to the child in his arms who looks close to being 5-7
This is Eilander, he's a cross of a fallen and a light dragon. Let's just say he had a really rough start

Eve: Lays her ears back, giving a soft chirrup
We found the poor little guy in a cage with other dragon chicks like him. He still has that collar on him, and we haven't figured out how to get it off him…

Loch: "No, we don't turn into hu-mins. What even are those?"
she asked, sitting down and looking soulfully at the chick as if she understood what he's been through, even if she hasn't
"…Do you want to know how us SeaWings talk underwater?"

Chesh follows Loch, not knowing what else to do. "I'm human." She said answering Loch's question. "But I can't really say that I'm the average example of my race. Most humans in my world don't have magic or have their hair a bright purple." She said flicking her hair.

Ragnor: Blinks a bit, but then shrugs a bit
You're lucky
Glances towards a wall
Well, suppose you could say I have the appearance of a human, for the most part
Tall, walk on two legs, have arms and fingers. Humans don't really have any fancy features like horns, tails, etc. Nor are they covered in fur or scales. Just a layer of skin, so often we have what you see right now, is clothes to…well, keep us warm and cover our bodies.
Looks over to Chesh as she explains a bit as well of the 'human situation'
Well, depends on the person. There are the ones who dye their hair different colors

Eilander: Slowly detaches himself from Ragnor, looking at the dragon, then looks over to Eve

Eve: The familiar offers a gentle smile, giving a comforting chirrup

Eilander: Seems to make a soft noise, standing on the ground. As he does, a soft shimmer covers his form, the glow becomes bright for a moment, then dies down, now revealing a small white dragon in the place of Eilander. A pair of small wings are attached to his shoulders, small horns curving outwards from his head. Now looked at closely, scars cover the small dragon's form, a heavy metal collar around his neck. Looks at the other dragons, tail tucked between his legs, completely submissive

Eve: Settles down on the baby dragon's level, patting his head
Go on, say hello

Eilander: Doesn't look at the others, speaking in a barely audible voice
H-Hi…

Alex: hi!!! Waves frantically two humans right here if you're interested! Flips hair like she's in a shampoo commercial fabulous specimens, I might add. I'm Alex and this is dumb boyfriend Ryan

Loch: "So you're saying that humans are just slightly advanced Scavengers? Puny prey-things that started a war after killing Queen Oasis?- Hello" she waved at the young dragon before continuing her rambling, "Every study I find says that the females are superior, heh, I'll also say that's very true with dragons ourselves, they are also better at teamwork."

"Boo!"
Gloam said, making Loch jump with the spines on her back, flip up like a spooked cat
Loch: "THREE MOONS, GLOAM-"
she got cut off by Gloams mad giggling

"Hell yeah females are superior! You just need to tell that to the men." Chesh said smiling and flexing her mussels, even though she barely has any. She then jumps when Gloam comes out of nowhere. "By the gods!" She yelped clutching her chest.

Gloam: she was bubbling with gold, rose pink and lavender, seeing as it ties in with her emotions

Loch: "Yeah, really funny, you could've scared your sloth to death."
she mumbled, embarrassed

Eilander: Lifts his small head, listening. Though the sudden appearance of Gloam followed by the loud noise caused him to leap upwards, scrambling towards the safety of Ragnor's jacket. Buries himself, trembling uncontrollably

Eve: Frowns, moving over to the small dragon whom is now hiding in her master's jacket. Starts to pet him, purring softly

Ragnor: Sighs, pulling his jacket over the trembling Eilander, hiding him
Yea…maybe not sudden noises or movements…
Runs a hand through his hair, continuing to smoke the cigarette in his mouth. Looks over to Loch
Depends on the dragon, as well as the people. Different areas have different beliefs. Though to each their own I suppose

Amber: (turns back into a human) I don't know what to do

Tiffany: (walks back in)

Amber: (thinks) Not again (rolls eyes)

Loch: "Nah, we don't even have kings, they just aren't a thing, well, we have them but they don't rule, they're only really there to have children." she shrugged "But yes, to each their own…" she said as her face darkened and smiled toothily

Gloam: she didn't know what this quarrel was about though the only thing she was focused on was the stench of the thing she would call an "ember stick"

a winged humanoid with hastily tied back ginger hair fell from the ceiling, splaying out as he hit the ground. he was quickly joined by another, who fell straight on top of him with a whoop and a crash.

syriant (the ginger): [coughing] "get the hell off of me, you bastard! what the fuck?"

ángel (the other one): [he quickly rolls off, standing up and grinning down at syri] "sorry, maybe you should get stronger ribs." [he looks up and notices the others] "whoa… we've got company apparently. who're y'all?"

syriant: "calm down with the fucking contractions, southerner. yea, who are you guys?"

Suddenly, a swirl of purple specks appears in the air. A black dragon appears in the center of the whirlwind, and the purple specks fall to the floor, melting into nothing. On the dragon’s back is an athletic looking man with orange hair, fox-like ears, and green eyes. He wears a white shirt and orange vest. The dragon scans the room with purple eyes, grunting in frustration.

[syriant lets out a small scream and swears loudly]
á: "calm down! its just people. and a dragon."

Loch: the green-blue dragon whipped around before snapping "Watch your language, there are children here!! And not to mention a RainWing!" she growled, her spines rasing aggressively

Gloam: "Three dragons, if you know how to count. I could teach you if you want."
she said, trying to match Loch's tone but failing as Loch herself snickered at the comment

[syriant squeaked, hiding behind his massive feathered wings]

á: "oh, sorry! my attention was drawn by the newcomer. 3 dragons and a rainwing, neat!" [he pauses] "oh. i forgot to mention, i'm ángel! this big loser is syriant or suriant, whichever is easier to pronounce. we're aasimar, and we come from the forgotten realms. you guys are..?"

Foxchild(the man) slid off the dragon and kissed its nose affectionately, looking around at the people in the room.
“How did we end up here? Father Wick is going to have some explaining to do when we get back home!” The dragon rolled it’s eyes, pressing its wings closer to its body so as not to accidentally whack anyone.

Hearing the question, Foxchild spun around and smiled.
“I am Foxchild. This is…let’s go with Ender.” The dragon waved a wing in what looked like a hello.

[syriant looks hesitantly out from his wings, eyes shining with apprehension. he has a long smear of dirt on his face, and ángel looks just as mussed]

ángel: "wonderful to meet you, foxchild! of what race are you, and if you're comfortable with telling us where you come from please do so."

Loch: rolling her eyes as well but at the "three dragons and a RainWing," she didn't even bother correcting them

Gloam: "Are you a NightWing?" she asked the black dragon

Ragnor: The dragons where I'm from are ruled by the Supreme Dragon King
sighs, closing his eyes
Though the relations between dragons and man is very rocky, to where both sides would rather kill each other off
I can't really blame the Dragon King though…having your mate killed by man, leaving you to care for your two chicks, the heirs of the Dragons

Eilander: remains hidden in Ragnor's jacket, continuing to tremble uncontrollably, still absolutely terrified

syriant: [he folds his wings a little more, emerging from the mass of feathers] "what are 'nightwings' and 'rainwings'? they a kinda lizard?"

[ángel hisses at his blunt question, shooting him a look but saying nothing]

Loch: she was barely even paying attention to Ragnor at this point "Yeah, yeah that's terrific."

Loch: rolling her eyes as well but at the "three dragons and a RainWing," she didn't even bother correcting them

Gloam: "Are you a NightWing?" she asked the black dragon

The dragon looks confused, and shakes her head.
“What is a NightWing?” She says.

Foxchild pats Ender’s snout.
“I’m a where-beast.” He morphs into a sleek fox.
“See?” He smiles, though it looks creepy on a fox face.

Loch: gives him the 'boi' look "Uh, they're dragons, she's" points at Gloam "a RainWing, and I'm a SeaWing. And NightWings are just cocky dragons that are so full of themselves that they can't even see that they don't have any powers." she grumbled "They're too much for my taste, and their breath smells like death itself." yep, definitely salty about something

[ángel finishes his deathglare and looks around, trying to get an idea of the company here while syriant gives a disbelieving look to ragnor]

sy: "no, really? where we're from it's almost the same, except better." [he seems to remember himself and flattens his expression, hands twitching]